night is calling

by horace p sternwall

illustrations by danny delacroix

when there is no turning back and the last wallop has been packed and the last freight train runs down the track will the universe cut us some slack? or are we eternally doomed to look out the window of the same room and hear the same gypsy play the same tune and the same dog howl at the same moon the world would be a great place if you never had to show your face but could put yourself in a state of grace and disappear without a trace night is calling the rain is falling i could go outside and dance but would rather fall into a trance and be sported far way to a world without night or day with no need for absinthe, opium or magic spells and wake up changed into - anybody or anything else

minstrel song

by jack dale coody

revised and updated by roger "peg leg" wilson

illustrations by danny delacroix

i am a wandering minstrel the horizon is my home more glorious than the empires of babylon, greece and rome i am a wandering minstrel and i walk the world alone and i have no need of internet web, wireless or cell phone i am a rhyming hobo my heart is wild and free the proclamations of empires are watery moonshine to me no obama putin zuckerberg or gates will be the master of my fate no al qaeda or c i a will dictate what i have to say i write my words with the wind and the winding road is my page i sing the truth that never dies to counter all imperial lies the oligarchs in their barricades have every reason to be afraid as sparks of truth fly through the air for living creatures all to share i am a wandering minstrel the horizon is my home more glorious than the empires of babylon, greece and rome